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Tell her everything’s going to be okay and that you’ll try to find a way to help. But honestly, it’s hard enough for you to just get out the door, so you’re hoping she figures something out before you’re forced to reschedule your day. So you tell her that she might be better off calling on someone more reliable than you in a pinch. At least you’re honest.

Help her remain calm. You’ll come over and babysit, and she can borrow your car. Problem solved.

Tell her to get herself together and to stop freaking out -- you’ll help her figure this out. You then run through all of the options with her, including rescheduling the appointment, contacting a babysitter you know and getting a neighbor to take a look at the car.

Not surprised. People are always cutting in front of you in line while you’re distracted by celebrity mags and all those tempting impulse purchases they keep near the register. Why do they do that?! Anyway, you learned a good lesson: Pay attention!

You politely let that person know you were ahead of them in line. They probably just didn't see you.

You step up and point out to that sneaky customer where the line ends.

You let the cashier know that it’s not clear where the line’s supposed to form and that’s why people are always cutting each other in line.

Tell your mother-in-law, “Of course we’ll attend!” Then tell your friend, “Of course we’ll attend!” Uh oh.

Divide and conquer. You know it’s just him she wants to see anyway.

Tell your mother-in-law -- and your husband -- that you have a prior engagement. If it were the other way around, would she want you to cancel on her?

You figure there must be a way to attend both, so you map out the routes and try to determine how you can split the evening.

It’s my husband who’s freaking out. I assure him that we’ll be fine (because of course we will) but secretly wonder how we’ll survive. Takeout every night? What about our perishables? I should’ve planned ahead.

We won’t have to sacrifice comfort (not much, anyway): I’ve set up a temporary kitchen area where I’ve moved our fridge, microwave, table, tableware and -- of course -- our coffeepot.

I’m dreading this, but I’m ready. And I’m making sure this renovation will not run a day over schedule!

Not only have I set up a temporary kitchen, I’ve sealed off the doorways so no dust can escape. Everything has been cleaned out and packed away until we’re back in business -- and if we have to wash dishes in the bathtub, so be it.

You want to make her day as special as possible, but you can’t promise you’ll follow through on everything she requests (or, more accurately, demands). And you tell her so. She needs to hear it.

You do everything you can to accommodate her. Sure, she’s being a pill, but this is an important event, and she has the right to feel like her team is there to help her make sure it all goes off without a hitch (no pun intended).

You give her resistance. Bridezilla behavior doesn’t fly with you. Also, you care about her, so you don’t want her alienating her other friends too.

You tell her outright, but as gently as possible, that she’s being difficult. Then you offer to help her prioritize, make decisions and try to enjoy herself. That’s what friends are for, right?

You tell him that you love him very much and would never do anything to hurt him, and you trust that he feels the same about you, so you’re fine with him going on the trip. Besides, you’ll just make it a girls’ weekend and get into a little mischief of your own!

You help him book his trip, pack his bags and make sure he doesn’t forget anything -- like his common sense. You give him a gentle pep talk before he leaves. You don’t want to start a fight; you just want to make sure he doesn’t get carried away.

Four days, eight guys and Vegas are a recipe for disaster, and you’re unyielding in your opinion: He should not be going.

Put that key right back in the door -- you’re not going without your phone again this week! Besides, how will you be able to send your bestie a happy birthday text while she’s at work?

Leave it and head off to work anyway. You don’t like being late, and you’re pretty sure you can get through the day without it. Nothing to break a sweat about.

After a short struggle, you decide you need that phone; it’s got your schedule, all your contacts...the thing contains your whole life! How will you hold down the fort at work without it? You don’t want to set yourself up for an off day.

Look, without the phone, you’re bound to miss an appointment or some other piece of important information, so you go back in and get it. Then you call into work and simply explain what happened and why you’ll be late this morning.